The Phone Rang at 4am....

.. Steph and I simultaneously bolted out of bed, staring at each other, confused and sleepy. Since I didn't look like I was going to do it, he did the naked dash to the telephone thing. My heart was racing, who would possibly call at 4am ? Did someone die ? Is someone in the hospital ? I couldn't stay in the bedroom and wait so I opened the bedroom door, and peeked in the living room. DH didn't look panicked, so I relaxed somewhat. The dog escaped from the bedroom, tail wagging, not knowing what was happening but he knew he had to run to see what the exitement was all about. DH hung up and I yelled : Who was it ? What is it ? It was a death alright, of one of his servers at work! pffft. The last thing I remember is yelling "They can call at 4am when you get an effing raise!"

I had some weird and gross dreams last night too. I dreamed that I was peeling dead skin off my feet, and more and more was coming off until my feet had huge cracks in them and I could lift disgusting pieces of foot skin, and there were...beans under my skin. Like red kidney beans. How weird. One came off, I squeezed it to see what it was, clear liquid squirted and I thought : Oh, that must be a sweat gland. Ew! Then I woke up all of a sudden, and was extremely happy to realize it was just a dream and my feet were fine hehe.

Soooo guess what, guess what ? I'm officially down 18lbs!!!! Woohoo!! A needle in a haystack. A sugar speck off my mid-section donut, but better than nothing hehe. Well I had plans of brain dumping and writing lots this morning, but people keep walking by my desk and thus making me lose my ideas! I'll be back. *Arnold voice*